4. Of Sense and Outward Things
Even now there is hope left, Galadriel said.
I cannot see it.
Look closer, O Man.
We gazed at visionary towers -- Have you seen it, Aragorn? I asked, looking at you and naming you Lord of Gondor. Only the Ranger was before me.
Look closer.
Now at the edge of disaster, your face is weary. Sweat drips on my surcoat. Your hands clasp my face, smeared with enemy blood.
I see my king, my hope.
What virtue is in dying eyes I know not, but I do see. A vow is on my lips.
I speak; it is gone.
By HF
Discussion welcome – in the Drabble forum or in HF’s File
I cannot see it.
Look closer, O Man.
We gazed at visionary towers -- Have you seen it, Aragorn? I asked, looking at you and naming you Lord of Gondor. Only the Ranger was before me.
Look closer.
Now at the edge of disaster, your face is weary. Sweat drips on my surcoat. Your hands clasp my face, smeared with enemy blood.
I see my king, my hope.
What virtue is in dying eyes I know not, but I do see. A vow is on my lips.
I speak; it is gone.
By HF
Discussion welcome – in the Drabble forum or in HF’s File
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